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January 16th 2016 Superbabes 12:00 PM EDT

Fake Raven was slumped against me when Barbie came back. My redhead pulled open the door, looked over that well fucked goth, and rolled her eyes, climbing in. She eyed the girl with exasperation. "Orders told me to tell you she expects you back inside in about ten minutes. She also said that the parking lot does NOT count as an outcall order, and not to do that again, no matter how much someone offers to pay you."

Raven snorted, head lolled back in exhaustion. She'd pretty much lost her ability to fuck at this point. Superhuman stamina and strength had taken it out of her, and if we started again now I would probably last past her end time anyway, so we were just chilling. "Orders likes to bitch but she isn't going to complain about that much money." She grinned at me naughtily. "Assuming I earned that second rock, and you don't expect me to suck a good review out of that big fat cock of yours?"

I chuckled, but I knew I'd last longer than she could give me after cumming so many times. I fished around in my suit pants on the floor and passed her the two rocks. "You earned those. Remind me to order you for home delivery. It's a bit of a drive to my place, but I'll make it worth your time." She rolled her eyes, but I saw a tiny smirk pull at her lips as she climbed out of the car. I leaned over to slap one of those fat goth booty cheeks one more time just for fun, and she wiggled her hips at me teasingly before shutting the door.

Barbie moaned. "See. This. This is why I didn't want to bring you here. I knew you would get distracted fucking somebody. While you were sticking your dick in..." She paused thoughtfully. "I have no idea who that was supposed to be." She shook her head, clearing it so she could get back on track. "Never mind. Point is I got the answers we needed from Orders. She doesn't know who Knightfall is, but she gave us a lead. Knightfall was incarcerated in Arkham fairly recently."

I groaned. "That's...I don't know Barbie, that's thing. Arkham is a huge fucking place, I don't see how that helps us." Not to mention I didn't want to go anywhere near that toxic waste dump. Seriously, anyone with common sense knows not to touch Arkham with a ten mile pole. They have break outs way too often for being there at any time to be even remotely safe for anyone.

She shook her head. "No. It actually does. We knows that Knightfall is female and a teenager. Plus she's loose now, so she either broke out or got released, and recently based on Order's clue, we can estimate a timeline based on her activity. How many teen girls could have gotten out of Arkham within the last couple of months?" She seemed excited, but I felt the need to rain on her parade, just so she didn't hold out false hope.

I shrugged. "Considering Arkham's security system seems to be the knowledge that breaking out will make them very disappointed in you, probably more than you would think. Seriously Barbie, that place is a revolving door of crazy." I looked at her suspiciously. "More importantly, why are you so on board with this? You've been working on this kidnapping thing with Mal pretty much non stop. You came with me to Cherry Hill but it was a one off, now you seem like you're going out of your way to chase this anywhere it goes. Did Knightfall do something new to you?"

She muttered something and I raised an eyebrow. SHe blushed before finally biting out. "I said I'm avoiding someone! My..." She grimaced. "My mom is back in town. She left dad and I when I was a kid and ran off to god knows where, and now she's back and suddenly she wants to be a happy family again. She shows up on my doorstep with no note or phone call, expecting me to greet her with a bog old smile because she brought me a present... and why am I telling you any of this?"

I held my hands up. "Who there. I'm not a complete asshole, I DO care about what's going on in your life Barbie." I neglected to mention that I was kind of hoping her mom was hot, because it seemed irrelevant to my point and might have gotten me slapped, but still, I wasn't lying. I DID care.

She snorted and looked away, and I moved up next to her to pull her against me. "You realize you're trying to convince me you care about me in the back of a car you just liberally splattered with whore pussy?" Despite the words I felt her tone soften a bit as she relaxed slightly into my arms. I wasn't planning to fuck her, I did have other things to do tpday and unlike Raven Barbie didn't have a timer. But I knew she would be all tense and sulky until she vented a bit, and I liked her enough at this point to at least listen.

I didn't say anything else, but finally she sighed and slumped against me. "You're such a dick sometimes. Fine. I just want to stay away from my place for a while. I'm crashing with Donna, but in general I'm trying to keep busy. So yes. Despite it being far from a sure thing I'd like to check out Arkham." She looked at me seriously. "Because I was also being serious, with all the data points we have there's a decent chance that we're going to be able to figure out who she is."

I nodded. "Alright. Arkham then. I'll be honest, I always kind of hoped I'd never have to go anywhere near that shithole." I was pretty sure I could protect myself fine even without my Mammon gear, given my abilities, but still, it wasn't exactly something I was excited to test. She looked excited, but I held up a finger. "Tomorrow. I'm not prepared to go into a place like that. Even with Waylon backing me up I want to make sure I'm ready before I go in."

She sighed at that, but nodded. Barbie was a pathological prepper, so I assumed she would buy the excuse, but in reality I mostly just needed a damn refill on GP. I was pretty much at empty after making the palace. I needed to buy or steal some shit, or mark a new girl. I was leaning towards the latter, but I had almost no one in mind to fuck except... I looked at Barbie, smiling down at her softly. "In the mean time how about I take you back to your place. We can spend some time together. Watch a movie or something until you fall asleep. No fucking, just hanging out."

She looked shocked, and I was glad my ability to lie was good enough that she hadn't noticed my flash of excitement as I remembered something she said earlier. She was staying with Donna. I didn't know what Amazon pussy was worth in GP but no way was it cheap. I'd cuddle on the couch with Barbie and let her vent a bit and when she fell asleep I'd worm my way into Donna's panties. Amazon's were basically ancient Greek's and those guys loved to fuck. Once she knew we weren't exclusive she'd probably like fight me for the right to fuck her or something.

We climbed into the front seat, partly to leave and partly because the back seat was literally coated with pussy juice and cum. We started up the car and Barbie pulled out. I let her drive since she was staying with Donna. It occurred to me that she literally met me at her place on purpose so I wouldn't ask about this, and I reminded myself that stamp of not I needed to put in some effort in keeping Barbie happy. She was a great fuck and kind of a fun sparring partner, and she was MINE. Clearly she needed to be properly taken care of.

The drive to Donna's place wasn't very long. I wasn't sure exactly where the Amazon was staying but I was positive it was in Gotham. I didn't bother looking out the window, just deciding to nap a bit on the way. If I was going to fuck an Amazon I needed some rest. When I came to I looked out the window and was pleasantly surprised to see a very nice estate set back onto a large set of grounds. Trees littered the idyllic surroundings, casting shadows over glades and what looked like tiny woodland critters as we drove down the winding driveway, taking in the beautiful scenery.

Finally we pulled up outside a beautiful villa the place was pretty much deserted, with no other cars anywhere in sight, and I had to admit it was gorgeous. Sweeping columns, beautiful statues, artistic fountains, as we pulled up to the end of the gravel drive and into the large open space of the driveway Barbie pulled to a stop and switched off the car, climbing out and stretching a bit after the drive and the hour before sitting in a chair in Order's office. She looked good and when she glanced at me I gave her a nod and smile.

She smiled back and we headed inside. Once we were in she pointed me upstairs. "Alright, first door on the right at the top of the steps should be that bathing chamber. You reek of sex so go get cleaned up. I'll find you some sweats or something, I'm sure one of Donna's guards has something for the gym or something I'll have to call down. I'm sure your suit isn't machine washable."

I snorted at that. "Gods no. And thank you for thinking of it. The thing is pretty durable though so it can survive in a bag or something until I get a chance to get it dry cleaned." In truth my suit would be fine in q washing machine, the H ranked garment was almost a suit of armor, but it had been ingrained in me since a young age not to machine wash expensive suits and even knowing the rules were different I couldn't bring myself to do it.

So I followed Barbie's directions and headed upstairs, opening the indicated door and gaping at the spacious open bath chamber whoever had made this place put together. I made a mental note to get one of these for the Palace, if it didn't already have one somewhere. I was pretty sure it could add rooms as long as they were decadent and luxurious. The hot steam permeating the chamber was soothing as I stripped down and climbed into the water. Floating over to the rock outcropping that had been added for scenery and then chopped off across the top to serve as a platform for a dozen shampoos and soaps.

The I picked a tea tree shampoo, because I always love the cool buzz on my skin when I used them, and lathered up my hair before rinsing it clean, using an odorless soap to scrub down the rest of my body as I considered how to go about this. My best bet was to get Donna to come watch the movie with us and flirt subtly. I was sure the heroine wouldn't fuck me if she didn't know Barbie was down with it. To that end when I got out I dried off, put on the clothes Barbie brought me, and suggested she have her roomie down to watch with us.

Donna came down in a pair of tight shorts and a sports bra that showed off her muscular abs and we put on some stupid comedy movie. I made sure to flirt in front of Barbie, who was pretty used to it. I was able to use my senses to avoid any minefields, so she stayed exasperated but didn't feel unwanted or anything like that, and after about an hour and a half she fell asleep.

Donna and I talked for a bit longer before she finally turned off the movie and looked at me. "I will be blunt. I have noticed your stares. You are attractive, but despite Barbara's seeming lack of care for the union I will not lie with a man who is not my equal. Should you wish to bed me you must match or best me in combat." She stood up, turning to walk away. "We have a wrestling theater down the hall. So we shall engage in Orthe Pale . Traditional wrestling."

As we walked into the room she stripped out of her top and shorts, her muscular naked ass flexing as she walked over to a large urn off to one side of the sandy pit. She dipped a hand in and began smearing olive oil over her skin. I was beginning to wish I'd waited to take my bath. Than I looked down at her tight bronze ass and grinned as I started stripping off the sweats. Worth it. Not that this was a done deal, but even if I didn't get in her pussy, I was pretty sure this would be fun.

January 16th 2016 Amazonian Villa 8:00 PM EDT

I discovered two things within a minute or two of starting that fight. First of all, buff Greek chicks look fucking sexy naked and covered in oil. Second of all, being distracted by naked oily tits is REALLY suboptimal for a wrestling match, especially with someone who is decidedly stronger than you are. I managed to slip free of the first exchange because of the olive oil, and as soon as I did I made the much belated decision to fucking appraise this bitch.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Donna Troy- G rank. Known among the hero community as Troia, Donna Troy is Wonder Woman's much younger and less powerful sister. Missing her sister's divine strength Troia is nonetheless a powerful and physically intimidating Amazon warrior skilled in multiple forms of combat.]

I cursed mentally. G rank. But given the physically intimidating bit in her description I was guessing she was closer to Bonebreaker than me. I could offset that with bodily control to an extent, but this was Greek wrestling and Donna was Greek. Plus her shaved cunt and tight oily little ass weren't exactly good for my concentration, and her jiggly oiled up tits were about the only soft thing on her body. She wasn't phoning this in either, she was genuinely testing me to see if I was strong enough to conquer her.

Which on the one hand was super hot, but I didn't think I could fuck her into submission. I did however, think I could cheat shamelessly. I dove back in, and when she wrapped me up in her arms I used my body control to contort myself into the most difficult position for her to handle. Strength advantage or not I was BIG and I could still life a fucking literal ton, with proper sprawl combined with the annoying oil working in my favor this time I could stop her from pinning me. Once I had that going for me I started working her with Eros and Psych.

I didn't bother with subtle, I squirmed so my thigh was rubbing her cunt and spiked horny vibes into her brain through her clit without stopping. Sadly Donna was VERY well trained. She didn't break on my thigh, though she got distracted and easier to handle. Once I got her off her game I let my hands roam over her. Ass, tits, pussy, fucking rib cage, literally any possible erogenous zone I stroked and then I made some new ones. She was soaked against my leg but I still had to move my ass to prevent her from wrapping me up.

She had a LOT of discipline, because I was hammering her brain so hard with lust she should have been squirting all over the room like a super soaker, but she just kept getting horny and aggressive. Like the idea of losing was turning her on. I noticed her miss a step in positioning, I took advantage of it to get my arms around her. She was slippery just like me, but despite that my bodily control let me expliot the split second of leverage to finally get her in a hold that she couldn't fucking break out of.

Contrary to what people think, size and strength doesn't matter all that much in wrestling. it DOES matter, just not as much as most seem to assume. There are holds and positions you can contort a person into that they CAN'T muscle out of, or at least not without literally exponential strength advantages. Donna was stronger than me, but only by like two or three times probably, maybe five at the outside. She was NOT Superman, or even her sister. I held her down, finally forcing her to a standstill.

I hissed in her ear. "Why did you do this?" This hadn't been an actual attempt to see if I was good enough to fuck her. I'd fucked up. This had been a trap. I'd forgotten in my excitement that Barbie hadn't told the League about me. Donna didn't know I had powers, but she knew if she took her top off and oiled herself up she could bait me into exposing myself one way or another. Maybe she expected to expose me to Barbie despite her apparent nonissue with me fucking other girls, or maybe she HAD guessed I was strong, but either way she knew now, and I had to figure out what to do.

She laughed breathlessly. "You carry yourself too carefully to be fully human. I wished to see your true nature. I have seen your eyes on my body. You are a lustful creature. I knew exposing my cunt to you would make you lose your rationale. What will you do now? What are your plans for my friend?" I groaned. I couldn't let her go. But I couldn't just fucking sit here forever. So I did the next best thing. I sent a subverbal command to Barbie to wake up and come in here now.

She burst through the door, looking pissed, and I knew she'd realized I was commanding her, but as soon as she saw us the anger turned to wariness. "Ok? What the fuck is going on here?" Which was a fair question. I had her friend covered in oil and twisted up in like a pretzel and my cock was rock hard because Donna was toned and sexy and very oily. But still I just shook my head and filled her in on what was happening.

I nodded to Donna. "You friend here decided to bait me into showing off my super strength and I fell for it like a fucking idiot." I suspected the Greed System had pushed me to make a stupid decision. I hadn't been entirely empty of Greed Points in a while, and focusing on it now I felt a sort of...gnawing hunger. A need for more points. I'd rushed this and done no fucking research and it had bitten me in the ass. Crassus had some fucking explaining to do next time I got some time alone.

Barbie plopped down next to us in the sand, sighing heavily. "Ok, Donna, I know about his powers. I know how he got them and where, and we're looking into it." I noticed she didn't mention the Brand which was...good. "If I have him let you go will you promise to hear us out and not do anything rash?" The Amazon strained a bit at my arms and legs before eventually slumping back against me and nodding with a deep sigh. "Ok Nicky, you can let her go now. If she says she won't freak she won't. Amazon's always keep their word."

I was pretty sure that was some kind of reminded to Donna, but whatever it was, I knew Barbie couldn't do anything to hurt me because of Eros and Psych. I nodded, letting her go and springing back to get myself out of range of the woman before she got away. I believed Barbie but people tended to freak when escaping captivity. Donna didn't though. She just watched me carefully as she slowly rose to her feet, completely ignoring how naked she was. She narrowed her eyes at me. "Speak."

Despite that attention I looked to Barbie to let her do the explaining. Aside from being distracted still by the naked oiled up Amazon, I also knew Barbie would be more likely to get through to her. My redhead nodded and started talking, explaining our interactions and telling Donna about my "kidnapping" but leaving out the Brand thankfully. Donna listened patiently, occasionally shooting me a suspicious glare before finally sighing and nodding when it was done.

She looked conflicted. "I did not know of your situation. I suspected you of nefarious intentions but it seems I was...hasty. I still do not trust you, but if Barbara chooses to believe you I can only follow suit. She is one of the most canny women I have ever known, and I trust her instincts and her mind." I smiled at that, it was good to hear, it would make all of this easier.

Her face hardened. "But that does not mean I will simply ignore the situation. I understand her desire to keep your secret, even if I do not agree with it, but I will not allow her to remain at risk because of it. I will aid you in your search." Her face softened as she turned to regard Barbie. "You require a strong woman to watch your back." She frowned at me again. "As for you...I am not officially a member of the League or Team anymore, and as a private citizen who has committed no crimes I cannot in good conscience expose your secrets."

Despite the words I was pretty sure if she noticed anything suspicious she would absolutely expose me. Luckily my little grope session had covered the lust I was spiking into her, making it seem like I was just REALLY good at manipulating her body. I was glad I had the presence of mind to do that at least. I needed to text Whisper and have her steal some things for me. I was getting jittery on empty. I hadn't known what it was until I started looking, but now that I had I understood.

The greed system was about wanting things, but it was also about wanting power. GP wasn't just energy, it was a measure of my ability to change things, a representation of my power, and the less of it I had the more my lust for things grew. Trying to rush conquering a meta girl for the sole purpose of getting a bunch of points was unbelievably stupid. Honestly falling into Donna's stupid trap was one of the best possible outcomes here.

Now that I'd been baited and Barbie had come clean I was essentially dismissed. Barbie was busy and Donna had no interest in me. I however, still had an interest in her. Firstly I was pretty sure system or not I really wanted to fuck her, but also she was strong as hell and had kicked my ass until I started cheating. Barbie's katas were nice but she couldn't actually spar with me. So I interrupted. "Barb-ara." I stumbled a bit over her full name, not wanting to piss off the Amazon before asking for a favor. " What if Donna helped you with my training?"

Donna looked...not uninterested. I pushed with my senses and found a bit of desire. She DID feel what I was doing to her, and self control or not she'd liked it. She just kind of resented me for making her like it. Regardless it was an in, and I actually did need the training. Of course, she also wanted to kick my ass, but that had enough of a sexual component for me to sense it so I called it a win in this case. She gritted her teeth and then nodded. "If...Barbara has been training you, I suppose as an Amazon it is my duty to oversee such training sessions. You are...not weak."

That sounded like an excuse to me, but regardless I didn't mind. Even if she didn't want to actually teach me anything I'd still learn. And after she'd learned my secret's (or at least some of them) I had to put that toned ass on my list anyway. I didn't think her bullshit had been totally false. If I beat her in a fight I could fuck her, and more importantly I COULD make her submit.

We scheduled a training session and I left, pulling out my phone and texting Whisper. I told her to work every contact she had and meet me at the palace with as much as she could safely steal, then I got in my car and took off towards home. I needed to get some points soon, and then, once I was in my right mind, I needed to have a nice long fucking chat with Crassus.

January 16th 2016 Palace of Debauchery 10:00 PM EDT

The drive home was actually much longer than I thought it was. I didn't care that much but I had to clamp down on my instincts to speed. Unfortunately I also hit traffic, and by the time I got to the Palace and got inside to meet Whisper it was already ten. Despite that when I saw the pile of treasure on my floor (mostly books paintings and some jewelry) I almost sagged with relief.

There must have been something decent in there because when I checked I ended up with ten thousand points, and my mind cleared up. I felt like a junkie who had just got his fix, and I was NOT amused. I turned to Whisper, who had been standing, waiting subserviently by the side. I walked up to her, grabbed her by the hair and yanked her into a harsh kiss. She moaned into my mouth and I spun her around and slapped her fat ass. I was still pretty pent up from fondling a naked Amazon. "Go upstairs to my room, strip naked and stick your ass in the air. I'll be up to fuck you in about a half hour."

I had things to do before I got my dick wet, as good as it sounded to shove myself into my vipers tight little guts. She gave me a dopey smile. "Of course my lord." She turned and hurried up the steps, but not before I slapped that ridonculous booty again for good measure, earning a sex squeak. My after dinner show taken care of I headed for somewhere secluded where I could yell without being overheard.

Once I was alone, I snarled out loud. "Crassus, what the actual FUCK was that? I almost got caught! Why didn't you warn me that would happen? You're supposed to be the fucking instruction manual for this shit!" Just thinking about how bad my little brain fritz could have gone for me made me cringe. I wasn't happy about the fucking mental degradation for sure, but I was more pissed I wasn't WARNED about it. Things could have been done to manage it if I'd known. For one not bottoming out my fucking GP.

[I assumed you would just guess honestly, it isn't hard to figure out. That mechanic is a punishment. The Greed System is hungry. Or rather it is hunger. When you empty out your points and then don't refill them for a sufficient period of time it lowers your inhibitions and heightens your avarice to fix the situation.]

I cursed. "Well that's just fucking super. Do you have any idea what could have happened? I'd have had to completely mind break Donna to get her under my control, if I could even have managed it, I would have literally bimbofied Wonder Woman's sister. No amount of orders or mental protection would have hidden the warrior princess turning into a simpering fuck doll, and SOMEONE would have gone looking for the person who did it, namely ME. I'm just lucky she noticed me being an idiot and baited me, it snapped me out of that shit before I ruined my whole fucking life."

[Trust me. It could have been worse. My first punishment trance was...bad. I almost got executed. I had to do a bunch of fancy footwork to avoid it, and I wouldn't have managed if Julius hadn't shut down all the inquiries. Regardless, I sympathize. I would have warned you if I'd thought of it, but it seemed obvious to me. In retrospect I think I was just too familiar with the way the system works and I just take for granted what's obvious and what isn't.]

I gritted my teeth. "Do I have any other surprises coming my way? Not that you can tell me if I do, but at the very least I figure you can stay quiet about it. Might give me time to prepare."

[Not that I can think of. The system REALLY doesn't like you emptying out your GP and not trying to refill it immediately. Other than that I can't think of anything significant. Well, at least nothing that's going to come up before you meet the others. The system isn't plotting against you or anything kid, it just doesn't like to be kept waiting. It's GREED, so obviously impatience comes with the package. The only time it forbids me to answer questions is if it thinks they'll slow you down. We all want the same thing here.]

That actually made me feel better. Thinking about it from an outside perspective OF COURSE the literal manifestation of greed would be greedy. Leaving it empty like that was like chumming the water in front of a shark. I sighed. "Alright. I'll keep it in mind. Just...try to warn me how much time I have the next time I have to empty myself out. I'll try to avoid it, but knowing how long I have until I turn into an idiot would be helpful."

[Sure thing kid. Sorry. Also don't know if I said it but nice work on the building. My personal favorite move was buying up a residential area and merging together huge blocks of buildings into one higher ranked super building. But the painting thing was inspired. Very novel approach. Now I believed you have a fat bottomed woman waiting upstairs. Go enjoy yourself.]

I laughed at the description. "Fair enough man, you...do whatever it is you do when we aren't talking." I paused. "Huh. I should really talk to you more later on. I know you can't answer everything but I'm betting you have plenty to share. Get some rest I guess."

I was pretty sure based on the infrequency of our chats it was difficult for Crassus to talk to me so I wouldn't push for now. Still I was going to be keeping an eye out for any other...mechanics, of the system. I was pretty sure Crassus wasn't lying when he said we wanted the same thing, but I was also pretty sure I didn't currently know what that thing actually was. I didn't like not knowing things.

I put the whole thing out of my head for now. I'd watch out for that, in the meantime he was right, I had a redhead with a huge clappable ass to fuck. I headed up to my room, stripping down as I walked. This was my house so I didn't bother waiting until I got to my room, and once I was through my door I tossed them to the side. All my annoyance and worry washed away as I took in the beautiful lightly shimmering form of my redhead. She was waiting for me, face down, ass up, just like I'd wanted her.

I climbed up on the bed, the shifting of the mattress drawing a low whimper from her, and I scooted right up behind her. I put a hand on her ass, stroking it softly, marveling at the soft elastic feeling of her ass cheek. I dipped a finger down run it between the lips of her snatch. She hissed at the contact, and I grinned at how wet she was. "Well now, someone is feeling a bit needy, isn't she. Have you been feeling neglected lately my viper? Has your lord and master not being bestowing enough of his attention?"

She moaned raggedly. "No master, this whore is a convenient hole for your glorious cock, you owe me no attention use me or discard me as you see fit. This worthless piece of meat would never deign to question your wisdom." Her voice was raw and desperate, but leashed below a tight layer of submission. She wanted me to fucking ruin her, but she would accept anything I did. I shuddered in pleasure at the power I had over her. No mark needed, I owned her fucking soul. I pressed the fat head of my cock to her sopping pussy and shoved myself in.

I didn't play with her, or eat her, or finger her. I didn't prepare her or coddle her. I fucked her. I rutted into her pussy like a jackhammer, and she was just barely wet enough to take it all. At first. But the longer I used her the wetter she got. She was squealing, happy joyful cries of ecstasy as I pounded her into the blanket. Fuck she felt good. I'd needed this, needed some nice uncomplicated pussy. I picked up speed. No holding back necessary, not manipulation, no payment, just a willing pussy wrapped around me until it got my nut.

I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back hissing in her ear. "Is this how you were hoping to be used?" She squealed with delight and threw her hips back, smashing her pillowy G rank asscheeks into my hips as we fucked. Whisper's pussy was unlike anything I'd ever been in. Not because it was the tightest, or the softest, or the wettest, though it was that last one, but because it was almost desperate to please me. I could feel her insides scrambling to grip me to stroke me, to worship me. I was her god, and she was praying with that pussy.

I shoved a thumb up her asshole, twisting it around and getting it in deep as my other fingers dug into a fat cheek, I yanked her back onto my cock like I was throwing a bowling ball in reverse and her pussy came alive like I was fucking a furnace. Whisper had cum at least eight times so far. She was clenching and bucking and squealing on my dick, not because I ordered her to but because she loved this, loved pleasing me, loved belonging to me.

I snarled down at the mark above her ass. "Fit me tighter." She did. "Get wetter." She began to gush. "Ripple on my cock, work it right!" Her pussy began to jerk and spasm in the perfect way. I shuddered. I wouldn't do this with any other girl I owned, not like this, but Whisper was my fucking property. I could do anything to her, and I was reshaping her fucking cunt on my dick, turning her into my perfect sex toy.

She screamed in joy. "MORE MASTER, CHANGE ME MORE! MAKE ME PERFECT! MAKE ME USEFUL TO YOUR PERFECT COCK!" I started giving her more orders, orders her body shouldn't have been able to follow. Orders to get softer and silkier, to taste better, to smell better. But Whisper was a creature of fascination and desire. I'd made her that way, and I could make her DIFFERENT. Her tits got fatter, her ass got jigglier, her hair got longer and the color changed. She screamed on my dick in ecstasy as I reshaped her to my every whim and the fucking orgasm brewing in my balls began to roil like a fucking building storm.

The most arousing part was that she KNEW. I could reshape her body but not her mind. The BRAND was changing her, reshaping her, and she knew it, could feel it happening, and she absolutely loved it. She felt so good, so hot and willing and perfect on my cock that I knew this load would be the thickest I'd ever painted her with. I moaned in pleasure and slapped that fat ass, feeling the perfect feedback, the perfect crack, the perfect give, the perfect jiggle and my balls got tighter. "Tell me what you want Whisper. Tell me what to give you for becoming my fucking perfect sex doll."

Her eyes were wide and wild as she hissed over her shoulder, becoming animated in a way I'd never seen before. "Give me what you gave that Canary Whore master! Give me your seed, your heir. PUT A BABY IN ME!" I was hesitant, but after all this...I couldn't deny her that. Besides, what was one extra kid, I was freaking out about one anyway, might as well give them a sibling.

I jerked her up against me as we fucked. "You're going to lick an apology our of Dinah's cunt. You don't insult the mother of my child." I grabbed one of her now much fatter tits as I felt myself about to cum. "Just like I won't allow them to insult you as you carry my baby."

Her breath caught and I used the Brand to trigger all her erogenous zones to orgasm at once. G ranked Whisper didn't pass out though, and I like to think it only enhanced the feeling of the thickest load I'd ever shot painting her insides as I impregnated her. I slumped down next to my still screaming and twitching redhead and pulled her against me. I made a mental promise. I was capping my baby mamas at two for now. This shit was going to get out of hand soon.

January 17th 2016 Arkham Asylum 10:00 AM EDT

The next day found me at Arkham Asylum. I was at ten thousand points after Whisper's top up, and now up to twenty since I actually bothered to collect Devastation's living corpse from where Waylon had stashed it. I wasn't sure exactly how long it would BE living, given the complete lack of a person inside to feed or water it, but for now it was, and just like I didn't collect points on the things Whisper stole for me until she handed them over. The point was, I was topped up and ready for anything, and that made escorting Barbie down here much less daunting.

Even more comforting was the Greek bombshell who was accompanying us, apparently still wary about leaving her friend alone with big bad me. The Amazon was about six feet, and closer to me than she was to Barbie in height so the two of us both towered over her, and it made my redhead less than pleased. Still she ignored us as she stalked towards the entryway to the most infamous madhouse in the country.

As much as her suspicion grated I was happy to have another heavy around here. Since impregnating my second girl I was in a hurry to put Knightfall down for good and get Cherry Hill under control. Once I did that I could confront Dinah about my identity once she knew about the baby, being unable to harm me via Eros and Psyche combined with our child should give me enough wiggle room to convince her to hear me out about my...criminal activities, at least as much of them as I'd be forced to share.

We got let past the guards easily enough, since they recognized Barbie. Being the daughter of the police commissioner definitely helped with getting into tough to reach places. I would keep that in mind. We made our way into the asylum, and I tensed looking at the sweeping gothic arches and vaulted ceilings. This place seemed like it was designed to be creepy. Whoever thought that "scooby-doo haunted house" was a good vibe for their mental health facility needed their license revoked. Or someone overseeing their architecture choices.

Barbie walked us down the hall past the front desk, she'd clearly been here before. When we looked at her questioningly she gave a small sight. "My older brother is an inmate. He got put in here a few years ago. My dad visits him sometimes. I stop in to check on him but I don't actually see him. He...we don't have a good relationship. He lived with my mom for a few years after she left, but he came back on his own." She shook her head. "Doesn't matter. Point is I know this place and I know who we need to talk to about our problem.

She walked us down the hallways and through a few circular corridors before we came to an office. Unlike the rest of this funhouse shithole even just the outside the office was beautiful. Flowers and an open window sat outside the door, along with bright cheerful colors and a happy atmosphere. It was like an oasis of nice in a sea of suck and it made the discordant appearance of the place even more staggering. Barbie knocked on the white painted door that was bathed in cheerful golden sunlight and a light, happy voice came from the other side. "Come in."

She pushed the door open and let us into a tiny, cozy room decorated in pale yellows and light blues. The woman sitting behind the desk looked up at us with a welcoming smile as we came in. "Barbara! It's so wonderful to see you back again! And you've brought friends, that's lovely. " She waved us in to sit down, standing up to lean over and shake hands with each of us in turn. "Hello, I'm Ingrid, it's wonderful to meet you. Can I get you all anything? Tea? Juice? Cookies maybe?"

I was...poleaxed. This woman was so...nice. It wasn't bullshit either, I could always tell now when people were lying. Ingrid was just genuinely a cheerful bubbly person. She had an adorable button nose, a smattering of cute freckles, and her wavy strawberry blonde hair was held back by a headband that kept it out of her bright blue eyes. She looked like conceptual avatar of Rebecca of Sunnybrook farm. I cleared my throat. "I...um, sure. Tea and cookies would be nice, thanks."

I was uncomfortable. Excessively perky happy people either annoyed me or made me feel weird, and Ingrid was so cute she fell into the latter category. I'd dipped into her desires a bit with Eros and Psyche and...I was confused. Ingrid's only desire in life was to help people. She had no kinks, no sexual preferences, she just...wanted to make the world a better place. It was such a strong desire I could pick it up despite it not being sexual, even though my ability usually didn't work like that.

She got up, bustling around to make us tea and then setting down the saucers in front of us, complete with sugar cookies. She smiled brightly at us as she did so. "There! Now isn't that much more comfortable? So tell me Barbara, what brings you by with you friends? You usually don't check in on James more than once a month and you were here just two weeks ago. Is there something I can help you with?" She cocked her head in puzzlement, clearly eager to be of assistance with whatever we needed.

This person made me feel deeply unsettled. She was cute. Like, really cute. But she was also so genuinely nice and open than I felt weird about wanting to fuck her. I DID want to fuck her, but even thinking that made me feel like kind of an asshole. I didn't like the feeling, but I liked being around her. I sipped the tea. She used lots of sugar. It was delicious. The cookies were amazing. I'd had enough of this shit. This wasn't a natural feeling, something was going on. I used appraisal.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Ingrid Karlsson- H rank. A kind and compassionate woman with a heart of gold Ingrid's genuine good cheer and compassion touches everyone she meets. The sole member of the Arkham staff beloved by everyone in the Asylum, inmates and doctors alike, Ingrid's kindness touches the hearts of everyone she meets. Ingrid is unknowingly a distant descendant of the Norse god Baldur, from whom she inherits her kind disposition and magnetic nature.]

Well...that explained the weird feeling. Also beloved by EVERYONE in Arkham? That was mind boggling. It made sense considering Baldur's legend, but just in general the thought of someone like the Joker genuinely liking someone was...shocking. Barbie, oblivious to the effect the literal godspawn was having on all of us, just smiled softly back. "Of course Dr. Karlsson, we actually came for help with a case. I've been freelancing as a PI and we've run across some disturbing scenes that might be linked to Arkham. We had some questions about a recent patient, but we aren't sure which one to honest."

Ingrid frowned (which she did cutely godsdamn it). "Well Barbara you of all people know that we can't give away patient information without a court order. I'm afraid I can't share any details of anyone's treatment with you. As much as I'd like to help my patients put their trust in me, and it wouldn't be right or ethical to betray that trust." She sounded genuinely sad to say it, which somehow made the normal doctor patient stonewalling seem sympathetic when I was pretty sure it would normally just be annoying.

Barbie put her hands up. "Whoa there doc. We understand. We aren't here to get details, in fact, we don't need anything that wouldn't be publicly available. All we need is a name. We can give you the details of the case as we know it and if you have a name to give us you can tell us without it violating any oaths. We don't want treatment information or secrets, just a name, and if you feel like giving it compromises and specific information you don't have to tell us anything. Is that ok?" She smiled placatingly at the woman.

Ingrid chewed her bottom lip. "I...I'm not sure. That seems to be a bit underhanded, but if it doesn't violate confidentiality and it helps prevent people from getting hurt I suppose you can ask. This IS to prevent people from getting hurt?" Barbie nodded and Ingrid exhaled softly. "Very well. You can tell me the details and if I can give you any information I will. But I won't reveal anything more than a name, and only that if I feel it doesn't compromise confidentiality."

The relieved smile on Barbie's face seemed to put the doctor at ease. "Thanks doc. So we're looking for a female inmate that was probably released or escaped in the last couple of months. Someone young, like around our age. That's basically all we've got, but the list can't be too long." Again, I wasn't sure of that, but to my surprise, Ingrid's cheerful face wilted slightly. Barbie noticed or course. "Doc? You thought of someone right? Can you tell me her name?"

She swallowed hard. "Th-that's general enough information that I can respond with a guess, though I can't tell you WHY I'm making it. But since you're the person asking I'm pretty sure I know who you're looking for. Have you heard of Charise Carnes?" Barbie looked a bit thrown and shook her head, which was fair, the Carnes murders were years ago and so much shit happened in Gotham it all bled together. I remembered though.

I spoke up. "William Carnes was a wealthy real estate mogul. He was this hot shit kingmaker type with tons of strings to pull and a ton of sources inside the Gotham political and underworld scene. The kind of guy who could pretty much do whatever her wanted. His daughter Charise was his princess, real snob, refused to acknowledge any boy who was interested because they weren't as good as her daddy. I met her once when I was a kid but she had a few years on me so we didn't really interact. Anyway Charise went psycho and killed and tortured her parents, though obviously not in that order. They called her the butcher brat. She turned eighteen right after so I heard she got sent here."

Ingrid nodded, frowning. "Her release was a matter of public record, so I can share that she fits the profile you gave. I have other reasons to suspect her but I can't share those, because they violate confidentiality. What I can say, because it was also public record, since she announced it during her trial, is that Charise didn't kill her parents. She swears it was her boyfriend that did it. The police never found any trace of the boy, but I believe her. She was heartbroken over the loss of her father. When she got out, I believe she would have gone looking for the boy. I hope that helps."

It did. Barbie was one of the Bat family, and she could do a lot with just that bit of info. We thanked Ingrid and left. I wanted to hit on her, but I had zero openings especially in front of Barbie and Donna. I would look into her though, and try and run into her outside her work. Her ability would be insanely useful. As would Cherry Carnes, who given she got sprung after a few years on a gruesome murder charge clearly had some serious pull courtesy of her daddy;s old connections. I said goodbye to Donna and Barbie and headed for the Iceberg Lounge. I needed to talk to the calculator. I wanted to add Cherry Carnes to my collection, which meant I needed to find her before Barbie and her nosy friend.

January 17th 2016 Iceberg Lounge 12:00 PM EDT

Keeping my costume in the car had become second nature, which was good, because I needed it. I didn't stop to play around with Jay or Raven, I walked right past the guards, who let me by without a fuss and up to the floor where I knew I'd find the Calculator. Once I got there I sat down across from him. His goons, different ones than last time, tensed, but the cold man gestured sharply and they stood down. He nodded to me mechanically. "Mammon. Good to see you again. I trust my information bore fruit? Attaining ti was no easy task, but you paid handsomely so our business is at an end."

I nodded tersely. "You fulfilled your end, and I appreciate it. That isn't why I'm here." I pulled out a handful of decent sized stones, letting them all fall on the table in a clattering pile. "I have another job. Somewhat of a rush, but much simpler than the last. You complete it for me while I sit here and you take all of these, free and clear. It's local info, and recent, well within your skills. Are you interested?"

Despite my urgency and obvious distress, the cold villain didn't rush to answer, he didn't even seem particularly excited by the gems, he just glanced down at them, then up into the air in deliberation. He was silent for a few moments that felt like eternity, before he finally gave a slow nod. "I suppose under those conditions I might be convinced to take a job. You would do well to calm yourself however Mammon. I work at my own pace, regardless of payment. Haste makes waste. You may wait for me if you wish, but I shant rush my process."

I sighed, slumping back and forcing myself to relax. As the tension drained from me I nodded. "Fair. I won't push on that point. Working fast enough for me to wait on is already a big ask. Alright. I need help finding someone in town. She was in Arkham until recently. Her name is Charise Carnes, but she's been operating as a criminal mastermind calling herself Knightfall. She's been active in Gotham recently, specifically near Cherry Hill, and utilizing a group of misfits to scare people out of the neighborhood in order to attempt some sort of real estate coup."

The Calculator nodded. "That is indeed much simpler to deal with than your last task." He reached into a pocket and withdrew a small case about the size of a cigar case. He opened it up, revealing a compact computer with a touch screen attach on the bottom. His fingers started flying over the keys, and he talked as he worked."A local is a much more realistic target for a short term operation, not to mention such a prominent figure. People like that leave footprints, no matter how small or delicate. They have to use the connections they're so enamored with, and using those connections leaves traces."

I had assumed something like that would be the case. William Carnes had been a hot shit kingmaker type, and Cherry getting out of crazy jail after brutally murdering him would have required some serious political leverage. This was Gotham, and you couldn't just murder rich people and get away with it. Granted, people murdered them and DIDN'T get away with it all the damn time, but that wasn't the same thing.

The Calculator's fingers flew through motions so fast even I had to actually pay attention to keep track, and despite memorizing them, I still had no clue what he was doing. Uper brain or not you couldn't really learn to hack just by watching, there were lots of prerequisites and foundational knowledge you needed before you could do the kinds of things he was doing right now. Still, I made sure to commit it all to memory, because I probably WOULD learn to hack later, and then I would have the context to make use of the kind of tricks the older man was putting to work at the moment.

The Calculator clicked his tongue as he worked. "Interesting. This one took precautions. It won't be enough, but she's gone to some trouble to cover her tracks. I suspect she hired someone competent, though I don't recognize the signature at work. Still, something to watch out for when you find her, she clearly doesn't mind bringing in expert help." I didn't either, though I didn't have time to do so right not. I'd texted Whisper and Waylon to stay put for this little caper. I could take Cherry and her minions based on what Bonebreaker told me. I was more concerned that my ow minions would be followed back to me before I got my hands on her.

Once I broke her I could destroy all traces of Knightfall. Barbie didn't have any proof linking the two, so the case against her would disappear, and I could order my redhead down if need be. I doubted I would have to though. Barbie knew what the Brand did, and once she knew Cherry was under it I could convince her she was under better control belonging to me than stuck back in a place like Arkham where she could clearly escape at any time. I forced myself to calm down. I was getting impatient, jittery. I needed to relax.

The Calculator kept working for about twenty minutes before he finally made a pleased sound and flicked a finger. My phone buzzed and a message popped up on my screen. He nodded. "I was able to use a series of data points to uncover the identities of the movers and shakers behind her Arkham release and the Cherry Hill development pressure. I backtracked the contact those people had to find a specific cell phone tower that the various burners had in common and used the to narrow down the exact location you were looking for. From there I simply tapped into the local surveillance cameras. Your girl is subtle, her big thuggish friend in purple is not."

I pushed the stones over with a thank you and stood up. With The Reach and the Shadows in play I couldn't afford to drag this out. I was going to handle Cherry today. Not through minions or manipulation, I was going to fucking demolish her whole crew. Cherry Hill was going to be mine, and serve as a staging ground for some of the shit that was coming. I left the club quickly, heading to my car and making my way to the address The Calculator had given me. When I arrived I climbed out of the car, stretching before I engaged.

This was going to be a quick in and out. Activating my mask I could see people inside, specifically three of them, all I rankers. I assumed the bigger one was Katharsis, and luckily according to Bonebreaker she was much weaker than her counterpart. I slipped into the building. My mask hid me from the cameras with just a bit of effort, secret keeping was damn useful, and I slipped up behind the dark skinned white haired Bleak Michael without much issue, choking him out easily.

Cherry was upstairs, lying down, and most likely asleep from the looks of it. That meant I had to handle Katharsis on my own before she had a chance to wake up and notice. I made my way to where the big woman was training in the basement, beating on a reinforced punching bag. She didn't have super strength or anything, but she was a master combatant and the bitch was pretty big.

I didn't bother to hide my presence. I didn't need to hide from someone like her. I just stepped out into the basement and cleared my throat. She jumped, spinning to glare at me. She sneered when she saw me. "You're dressed pretty fancy for a robber. You breaking in or going for a night at the opera." I saw her hands slip to her back and I didn't bother to stop her pulling out a giant ass long handled sword. Well... it was more combination sword and cleaver. An interesting weapon.

She rushed. It didn't accomplish much. She swung her blade and I moved. Master of martial arts or not I was way out of the weight class of a normal human. If she'd been some kind of humanoid monster like Lady Shiva, who was the only person I'd seen reach H rank without any actual powers, I might have had to actually try, but Katharsis, training aside, was a former cop in her early twenties, not a world class martial arts master, or even trained by one like Barbie.

I sidestepped all her blows without any trouble, weaving between the slashes until I got bored enough to just punch her in the solar plexus to end it. She doubled over on my fist, wheezing, and I chopped the back of her neck like I'd seen in some youtube videos I'd watched. She dropped like a rock. I took her pants off, admiring a nicely toned ass, and tied her up with her the heavy khaki material after tearing them into strips. I'd shoved Michael in a closet, but I was worried she might get loose if I did that. Luckily I'd fucked this one cheerleader who had a shibari fetish, so I was pretty confident in my ability to tie a bitch up.

Once the minions were out of the way I made my way up to Cherry's room, where I found her asleep, wearing nothing but panties. Well good. That should make this easier. I slammed the door. She jerked awake with a gasp, hand drawing a throwing knife from under her pillow and hurling it at my masked face. I caught it. By the handle. Mid air. She looked...uneasy at that. I scanned her body, taking in the view. Nice perky tits, flat stomach, couldn't see the booty but I doubted she was packing much. She had pretty thick thighs, and I stared a bit before she finally snarled. "Take a picture! It'll last longer."

I chuckled at that. "Cherry darling, this will last as long as I decide it will, picture or no. Or should I call you Knightfall." Her eyes narrowed in annoyance. I shrugged. "Yeah I guess the big reveal that I know your identity is undercut by me being here and obviously having knocked out your goons. Now, you've been annoying someone I care about, and honestly I'm in a bit of a hurry. So let's get this out of the way. I'm here to give you a choice." I kept my tone conversational, but I saw her glaring at me.

She spat on the floor, which was gross and something I was going to have to train out of her before I brought her home. She giggled. "Oh you're here about the bat slut. You must be one of her little pals. Let me guess. I agree to turn my life around or you'll beat me up a bit and hand me over to the cops? Pass. Slap me around a little if you want, but I'm not letting this city continue to rot. A cleansing is needed. No second rate no name do-gooder is going to convince me otherwise. Go ahead and hand me over to the authorities, I'll be out by dinner."

I actually burst out laughing. "Do...do I look like a hero to you? Wow. No. Your choices are this. Choice one. You can go back to Arkham, where I'll arrange for all evidence of you to be lost so your political pals can't spring you. They won't be able to use your daddy's corruption to get you released if Arkham doesn't have a record of you being there." She glared at me and I grinned under my mask, stepping forward. "Or you can take your fucking panties off and get ready for some dick. You're getting fucked tonight either way Cherry, but I'll let you decide if you're getting shoved in a hole or I am."